Wren's Adventure

Phillip pushed himself upright, against the walls of his prison.  He'd never imagined his most trusted adviser would turn against him, yet, it had happened.  He didn't know who he could trust or turn to for help.  Then, he recalled his dream.  A dream of a little bird, called a wren, coming to his rescue.

He wasn’t sure how he knew the bird’s name.  It wasn’t one he had ever heard of before but he knew, and that gave him hope.  Climbing the stone wall up to the narrow window, he called, “Come, little wren, come – help me!”

The voice startled her.  Standing, she looked around but could see no one.  As she brushed her knees off and exchanged seed packets, she heard his voice again, “Rescue me!”

“Where are you?” she looked about.

“I’m up here – in the tower.  Come wren, you can help me.  I know you can,” the voice pleaded with her.

“I’m coming!  But I can’t see you – keep talking!”

Running.  Escaping.  Strangers, bound by circumstance, held by love.  She rescued him, when he had no one.  He led her across country, to a new home -- a new way of life.

Trusting.  Meek.  Wren stood by him.

Cunning, brutal, ever one step ahead, Phillip adored her.

Only she could change him and restore his honor.

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Word Count: 220



Doubling the stories length this week didn't give me half the room I thought it would to move it along.  There are so many ideas in my mind, I am finding it hard to be economical with the words.  I am also wondering how much longer I can stick with the original wording...

Phase three of Building a Short Story, by Alex Crabtree.